Buster1
Well-known member
Was having some driver trouble yesterday. Off the second tee my drive didn’t go so well so my buddy suggested politely that I should hit another one.
I teed up the provisional and let it rip. Go TP5X! It was an incredible shot, with fierce speed and power...except that it too came off the club face funny. This second shot proceeded to take a worm burner profile and dove into the desert some 30 yards in front of us...
...and vanished!
I mean it went into the scrub and literally vanished before our eyes. No noise, no rustling, no startled varmits scattering... nothing.
We both looked at each other and then back to where the ball went in...and scratched our heads. I was thinking maybe there was some soft dirt, or mud down there, and it just impacted.
It was really weird.
We both left the tee box and strolled toward the cart. I was contemplating how I would find this remarkable second shot of mine, wondering where in the universe, or what dimension it went to... as my buddy put his driver away.
That’s when we heard an unmistakable and loud “CLACK.”
About 10 yards in front of the cart was my golf ball bouncing off the cart path, as if dropped from the hand of Thor himself. This was at least 20 seconds after the shot, but it seemed like minutes.
We both laughed pretty hard...but the hang time was no joke. The ball musta hit some rock perfectly and launched into the pure vertical! I’ve never seen anything like it!
The hang time gets longer and longer each time I tell the story (I’m up to two minutes telling it to my father! ) but I figured you guys would get a kick out of the story!
I teed up the provisional and let it rip. Go TP5X! It was an incredible shot, with fierce speed and power...except that it too came off the club face funny. This second shot proceeded to take a worm burner profile and dove into the desert some 30 yards in front of us...
...and vanished!
I mean it went into the scrub and literally vanished before our eyes. No noise, no rustling, no startled varmits scattering... nothing.
We both looked at each other and then back to where the ball went in...and scratched our heads. I was thinking maybe there was some soft dirt, or mud down there, and it just impacted.
It was really weird.
We both left the tee box and strolled toward the cart. I was contemplating how I would find this remarkable second shot of mine, wondering where in the universe, or what dimension it went to... as my buddy put his driver away.
That’s when we heard an unmistakable and loud “CLACK.”
About 10 yards in front of the cart was my golf ball bouncing off the cart path, as if dropped from the hand of Thor himself. This was at least 20 seconds after the shot, but it seemed like minutes.
We both laughed pretty hard...but the hang time was no joke. The ball musta hit some rock perfectly and launched into the pure vertical! I’ve never seen anything like it!
The hang time gets longer and longer each time I tell the story (I’m up to two minutes telling it to my father! ) but I figured you guys would get a kick out of the story!